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Freeuse world kreelkarem!!AyBTZ5LGRk 17/04/23(Sun)19:24 No. 25007 ID: 325c8c [Reply]

Reality unchecked, morality unchecked, integrity unchecked, logic unchecked. This reality makes little sense.

In this world there is two different chaste living in harmony, The Normals, the vast majority of the people, the working class, the smart, the useful, the people that makes the things work and life worth. And the second chaste, The Free, The Free people renounces all rights of ownership and morality, The Free are not tools for The Normal, The Free can not be owned, The Free can only be used.

Becoming a Free implies renouncing all rights, nothing done to you is illegal, except being forever bounded to ownership.

Anyone at the age of 18 can choose to be Free.

This is a freeuse society.

Part I. Choosing.

Chris looked through the window of the school at the streets down, two business men where walking out of a coffee shop and talking to each other, a Free girl was sleeping naked on a bench. As if day dreaming, Chris saw them stopping and poking her to get up and suck their cocks while they kept chatting about whatever they where talking about.
“Pay me” said one of the other students on the room to a different one, they had bet the girl would not sleep for more than 15 minutes until someone else used her, she was a popular one, large tits, long dark hair, clumped now with dry cum, people insisted on cleaning their cocks on her hair. Chris sighed almost unnoticeable, but one of his classmates looked at him, smiled and winked. Chris blushed and looked away, his heart beating like a drum.

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kreelkarem!!AyBTZ5LGRk 17/04/28(Fri)07:28 No. 25012 ID: d65f6e

Universe FR3353X. Chapter 1.01

how much money can you spend on a Free? well, that depends on you, the Free don’t mind at all.

Chapter 1.01 Ownership and sharing

Owning a Free goes against the basic core of their existence, however the Normal have the constant desire of things and people, the desire that the Free let go, so some Normal sometimes get attached to a Free and keep them around, feed them, clothe them, and use them in different ways, it doesn’t always have to be sexual but it usually is. However the Normals that keep those Frees under their care can’t claim ownership over them, so if anyone wants to take them and use them they can’t stop them under any circumstance.

It’s rare for a Free to use a name, they don’t really have a right to one, and Normals rarely ask them anyway.

This Free was bound to a house, not by ownership, but because Normals knew that the houselady just liked to have him around, and it was polite to ask for him and returning him relatively unharmed, today was one of such cases, Letiana birthday party was coming up and she needed to release some steam after the whole week of planning and work was being slowed by some cunt in the accounting department that was blocking a shipment because some paperwork she refused to do, but that didn’t really matter much, Letiana just needed someone to have a good fuck that could stand for as long as she needed him.

The Free man had been under her lady training for the last three years, he had been taken under her care just a few months after he signed to become Free. He was forced to run for hours everyday, and then to masturbate for her for at least one whole hour without cuming, and then he had to do more exercise, the houselady just liked to see his muscles flexing and shining, he was a pretty house decoration after all, so when letiana came to ask for him she found the Free man massaging the houselady as he did everyday after she came from work, he didn’t really spoke, in fact most Free weren’t encouraged to, their opinion didn’t really matter much.

The transaction was a mere politeness exchange, Letiana could have just grab him and took him away, but she wasn’t rude, so she just asked the houselady for him, and of course the houselady didn’t had any reason not to give him away, as she didn’t have any reason to be mad if the Free never returned after that, she had already lost quite a few of her house decorations in the passing years, and the idea of training a new one wasn’t without her enthrallment.
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Anonymous 17/05/13(Sat)00:37 No. 25029 ID: 819375

I definitely like it. Although I do think a bit more of info on the backend regarding the Free would help the story (but I am sure you will go into that more as he goes through the process). But I was wondering about things such what do they eat? Its not like they have money to buy food or anything, so are there like homeless shelter kind of setups but for Free or something kind of idea?

I am also not sure what direction you plan on going in in terms of how light/dark the storyline is, but I think it would be good to atleast touch on the dangers and how its viewed or dealt with. Like this is a super super dark example, but based on what we have been told then everything is free game except messing with their barcode. But I mean they have to have some kind of rights. So for the example, say you had a sadist who liked to torture people. Would it be okay for him to just start mutilating Free on the street? What is done for them medical care wise? There is definitely a part of the population which likes things.... rough. Or hell even if they get in an accident, free medical care wherever kind of idea i suppose?

I guess my point being is that unless the story has the potential to get extremely dark, it would be good to set up more...... codes of conduct or rights of the Free.

And also what happens if someone changes their mind? A few months being a Free and they absolutely hate it and refuse to cooperate, what happens then? Or are you going to have something like a required surgery or undergo some sort of mind control to ensure that they are always cooperative and do as they are told, and possibly even receive pleasure when they obey, and pain if they dont kind of idea. But need some method of ensuring that it is a one way street as the direction you seem to be taking it.




Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.
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Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead


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Anonymous 15/08/09(Sun)00:02 No. 23793 ID: 2b5c78

Yes nigga, OP is dead.


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Anonymous 17/04/24(Mon)19:18 No. 25009 ID: 968e28

>>22065

My guess? OP was a faggot.




Ireland's summer f/m Hailvim 17/04/09(Sun)23:42 No. 24982 ID: fee4c0 [Reply]

I now find the urge to share with you, the reader, this story of mine, out of pure improvise. However, before I get started I need to comment a few bits regarding the story. First, the names of the people involved have been changed to suit an English reader (so the names don't sound exotic) and to protect the identity of all of us that were involved in it. Secondly, it contains sexual acts with minors, everything is consensual nonetheless, yet I find the need to warn you.

Note: the story is very slow paced. And I may continue it sporadically.

My name was Richard, a fourteen year old teenager in the wilds for the first time in his life, all alone in Ireland. To understand why I was alone in a foreigner country some bits of my early life need to be explained. I come from a Mediterranean country, therefore English is not my mother tongue so we all have to learn it in the school. My parents, having no financial troubles, decided to send me to Ireland the month of July, with a family, to improve my fluidity in English (which I really did) as well as to know a different culture. The idea sounded great, I was really looking forward to the day I would board the plane, being alone, with no parents for an entire month.

Yet now, I found myself alone, without friends, surrounded by other teenagers with similar age, actually, older, fourteen was the minimum age to go in such an adventure (at least with the company I was doing this activity). One thing that was really making me nervous was the staggering majority of girls in the group. I had never, in my entire life, found myself surrounded by these many girls. A bit of background information: I went to an all boys school, the only girl I felt comfortable with was a neighbor of the same age called Theresa; and adding up that, my nerdiness was noticeable... I mean, I was pretty good looking, skinny, light brown hair, a tad strong; not a chubby nerd, yet no qualities that I possessed were of any help in that situation. Being social was one of my strong parts, having to force myself to meet strangers was not.

The flight was a real life savior, an extremely nice guy named Luka sat down next to me, and he was coming with the group (a common blue t-shirt which we all had to wear during trips was the key here). We got to know each other pretty well, he was 16 and it was his second time staying with a family, his tips and trick were some of the most important bits of information that anyone would give me that crazy month of July (specially the part related to Irish customs). However, what really made my day was to know where he was going to stay, in the same street as mine, just four homes away!

The plane landed, in Dublin, now only a two hour bus ride separated us from our host families. We headed south, and as we went, the weather was getting better and better. I got to know other people, specially a girl named Clara, which happened to go to an sc Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Hailvim 17/04/12(Wed)00:59 No. 24991 ID: 54bbea

I may go slower after this one, but I am determined to finish. I am really enjoying writing old memories.

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"What happened!?" I was still dripping wet.

"I wanted to see if my knight would come should the princess be in need." Declared Sara with a big and innocent smile in her face.

Fuck me. It wasn't cold outside, but running while wet wasn't a great sensation. I was going to scold her, but in her face, I recall quite clearly, she showed no remorse nor guilt whatsoever, Sara was playing a girls game.

"Well, I came, now, I need to dry up." I replied dryly.

"You also have the black tattoos, like the warrior in your story!" She lost me once again.

"What do you mean? I need to go to the bath."
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Hailvim 17/04/12(Wed)15:38 No. 24992 ID: 97d987

On Friday nothing special happened, a complete normal day with a nice interesting Gaelic drums play as that day's activity. If you are wondering why I can recall these events after such long time, there is a trick. Like this day, which in the afternoon I was pretty bored, after having read a few chapters, I had a notebook (which I still have) were I made small notes that I found interesting, nonetheless, it is far from being described as a diary.

On Saturday we went to Dublin. All the students gathered together and after a couple of hours going up and down downtown Dublin, we were set free. Which my group of friends and I spent laying down on the grass in the Central Park. I got home at seven, dinner time. After I had finished eating I asked Sara whether she wanted to play some Gaelic football with me, which she obviously didn't refuse. I remember being a bit tired, but I really wanted to break the ice with her. Everything went smoothly, though I had to renew my lost abilities from the past week. About thirty minutes playing, Jane told us she was going to her sister's house, which gave me the idea to invite Luka. After another thirty minutes playing, Luka and I were exhausted, lying down does on the grass does tire you.

Luka and I agreed to call it a day, we both needed a shower. Sara and I got home, and went to our bedrooms. I wanted to rest a few minutes before going to the shower, but was interrupted by Sara asking to play Monopoly. I agreed, but before playing, I had to shower, I stank. I grabbed my pajamas, and left them in the bath. I was going to get my slippers, turned back, and found Sara waiting with her pajamas on her arms in front of me.

"'Seems I was faster than you." I told her.

"Yes you were. But I wanted to shower with you."

It was in that very instant when I realized two days ago, I agreed to shower with her. Well, could help it now.

"Oh-okey. I need to grab my slippers, be right back."

I got back into the bathroom to find Sara naked with her panties pulled a few centimeters, just about to show her slit.
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Bkil 17/04/15(Sat)08:44 No. 24997 ID: 0e3738

Slow pace is fine. This is a good story. Thanks for posting it!




Rise of the Futa, Volume 1: Jennifer's enslavement Northwestern New Jersey Smutmaker!fSH2DiNc6U 17/04/10(Mon)07:57 No. 24983 ID: 9d792c [Reply]

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~Rise of the Futa, Volume 1: Jennifer's enslavement ~
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Layla waited outside the campus dorms, hidden in the darkness. It had taken weeks to figure a way into the University grounds without being noticed by campus security or police, but after watching continuous patrols nearly endlessly after finding her mark and tapping the feed to the security cams, she found an entrance and escape; a hole under one of the campuses fences, probably dug up by a dog that dug in or out for whatever reason. It was barely out of site of the cameras, but enough and at a far enough distance that it looked like a person emerging from the bushes would look like they were coming from the parking garage, and the guards never walked by this point. All this planning, preparation and effort digging the hole bigger would pay off tonight. She moved closer to the light, but didn't quite step into it. Her brilliant dark red hair was tied back into a folded ponytail to keep it out of her way, and the rest of her impressively sexy figure was likewise nonetheless dressed for purely function. Even so, anyone who would've seen her would know how much of a beauty she was. standing at 6' 6", she towered over most people. Her C-breasts strained against a black short sleeve spandex top that ended above her stomach, exposing her belly button. She had an hourglass figure any guy would want to fuck. But she also had something more...

As she thought of what tonight would hold for her, Layla's cock surged in her dark green carpenter pants, but she willed it back down. Layla was a Futanari, or as some might say, a true hermaphrodite. She was capable of both catching and receiving, as far as pregnancy went. However, although Futanari could impregnate each other and produce more Futa girls, the balancing of two reproductive systems made Futa fertile periods few and far between; the average Futa would be lucky to have 10 ovulations in her lifetime, and getting knocked up by a man always guaranteed either females, or stillborn infants (as the new X chromosone with the Futa-gene was incompatible with the Y chromosone.) Futanari were stronger and faster than men, but possessed the aesthetics of women, save for their cocks and balls, and they preferred these feminine and submissive attributes in others. Because of this, as well as the male sex drive raging through their blood via hormones and constant sperm production, they preferred to inseminate women to increase their numbers. But this was inherently risky. There were only a few hundred of them in existence, and they didn't have the numbers yet to garner voting power to protect themselves from persecution. One of them who was discovered and lynched by a pastor and his congregation was sobering enough proof of that. The consensus among the Futa was the same. If th Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/04/10(Mon)10:16 No. 24984 ID: 0cf92e

where's the tags, yo?




The Parasite Part 1 (fb, inc, scifi) Death By Snu Snu 12/07/27(Fri)01:06 No. 16783 ID: 97ab06 [Reply]

This is my first attempt at any kind of erotica (though I have written regular stuff before). I hope everyone enjoys it. first part is for the most part straight forward fb incest, but there will be much more (including heavy scifi elements) later on.

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

“Why don’t you slow down you little shit stain!”

The boy ignored his sister and continued down the forest path. Emily sighed. Her parents were evil, making her keep an eye on her little brother, Derik. Despite the unbearable heat outside that day, he insisted on going out. He swore that he saw a meteor crash somewhere in the woods the night before and was hell bent on finding it and bringing it home. But the curious twelve year old couldn’t go out there on his own. Oh no! He needed a babysitter, and who better than his sixteen year old sister, who didn’t have anything better to do that day like sit in the air conditioning and eat ice cream. The only bright side to any of this was that she would be able to cool off a bit, relaxing in a pond back in the woods.

Ironically, the pond is where Derik ended up leading her and where he found the meteor. The football sized space rock sat in a small crater, just off the edge of the pond. Derik excitedly ran over and began examining it. Emily failed to see what was so fascinating about some stupid piece of stone, but she was more interested in something else anyway.

She stripped off her top and bike shorts, already wearing her favorite white and red bikini underneath. No one would hesitate to say that she was an attractive girl. She was slim, tall, had a good complexion, strawberry blond hair that reached down to her shoulders, her breasts were slightly larger than average for a girl her age, and her personal favorite asset, an ass that made jaws hit the floor when she walked by.
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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)20:00 No. 21864 ID: 8a961e

>>21863
Plus, it was too much of a jump. The parasite shouldn't just control her mind instantly now, just influences her to be horny and then drives her primal impulses home, eventually turning her into a fuck slave, effectively.
You need to keep the standard of story there still.
This is erotic literature, too many people are forgetting the 'literature' part recently.


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Anonymous 15/03/23(Mon)23:53 No. 23407 ID: 79e18f

bump. is there any interest of the author to write more of this?


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Anonymous 17/03/17(Fri)08:02 No. 24956 ID: 595e00

Why do all the good stories have to die? Im Bumping this. Would any anon care to continue this please?




Slave Sequences Anonymous 17/01/12(Thu)15:47 No. 24889 ID: ca8705 [Reply]

All of the stories I had been following on this board seemed to have died. I will now attempt to write what I'd like to see. There will be little editing at first, but if people respond to the subject matter, and I develop an audience, I'll dedicate more time to polish. This story is a series of extreme power fantasy's including bondage, rape, torture, fantasy devices, and probably some forced incest. Anyway. Here goes nothing.

Also, as an aside, I'm also entertaining the idea of starting a business, where i write depraved stories about the women in a clients life. They give me as much detail as they'd like about a person and then I take it from there. You think that'd be viable? Anyway. Here we go.
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PROLOGUE


They say the truth will set you free, but in reality, money is the only arbiter of ones own agency. Is one truly free, if their freedom - the very right to their own lives - can be restricted by another person at their leisure?

Make no mistake. Your life exists at the leisure of the powerful. The 1% if you will. You can thank people like me for that. I run the oldest, most prominent branch of the international slave trade. This organization has been in my family for generations. The media talks at length about financial domination and social inequality while our ability to make vanish anyone in the world exists without opposition. All for a price.

So next time you bring your young ones to your bosses house for the company barbeque, and you suspect that he might be eyeing your daughter (Or son. we certainly don't discriminate) a little too closely; don't get mad. Be grateful they're still yours, because it is entirely within the power of your social betters to take from you what you cherish most.


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Anonymous 17/01/12(Thu)19:26 No. 24890 ID: 595e00

Not a bad start. You've definitely set up your world well. Looking forward to a chapter involving the training and conditioning Process. Also maybe a future chapter involving a female buyer and slave... Lezdom is kinda my thing. Anyway keep up the good work.




San Francisco Wazzles !JUD7F1CtU. 14/08/06(Wed)19:22 No. 22193 ID: e633c7 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hello all.
I've written some short stories so I'll keep this short. It's a story about loving a dickgirl and the heartache and buttache that comes with it. It's my first longstory, it's slow. It's not done yet: I want the readers to pick a cool ending. I have about 6 chapters ready to go with a few more in the draft stages. If this thread dies I will make it clear. Hopefully that doesn't happen. If you find any typos, inconsistencies or fuckups please let me know.
Hope you enjoy.

global tags: herm on male, mf, femdom, futadom, reluctance, group, kinda romancey

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I gulped. It was only a natural response, when something is clogging up your windpipe you have two choices - cough or swallow or suffocate. I can’t be blamed for picking the latter can I?
“Good boooy” she goaded, one hand on my throat, feeling my hyoid bone slide gooey contents down the tube. Her other hand brushed sweaty hair out of my eyes and tears from the side of my face. They weren’t tears of pain or sadness. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. I gasped for my first full lung of air since we started, now my throat was completely empty, if it weren’t for the sticky sides - the way it clung to the walls like fried eggs. Stop thinking about eggs I focused on her face, flushed and pleased. My eyes, only slightly defiant, stared up into hers through the dark. I could still see them glitter with satisfaction as they wandered past mine, over me to the other side of the room. Hidden under the blankets I couldn’t see what was happening there, even if I could hear it; gentle moans and heady grunts, two different voices. Bronte’s hand went from my throat to my chin and a single finger beckoned me up her body, my tongue dragging up her sweat lined skin. She giggled in response.
“You’re getting good” she claimed, pulling my body against hers once we were face to face, naked skin touching naked skin. She had a little smirk on her face that looked like ’I know you enjoy it’
She planted a kiss on my forehead and her hands roamed over my skin. “Roll over” gestured, pushing my hips slightly. I silently agreed and turned to my other side - little spoon. From here I could see where the noise was coming from -

“That’ll be you tomorrow” Bronte claimed, both her promise and my body.

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Anonymous 16/04/16(Sat)19:57 No. 24201 ID: 8861ac

C'mon Wazzles, free us from this torment


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Anonymous 16/11/07(Mon)14:11 No. 24808 ID: f49733

Oh no ya don't
bump


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Anonymous 17/03/10(Fri)10:50 No. 24951 ID: 60de4b

So is this just done, or...




Spoiling Jessie (F/d, short, inc.) D.M. 15/12/24(Thu)22:02 No. 24052 ID: 2395d7 [Reply]

Hello /elit/ It's me, D.M. back from a ... three year hiatus. I've been dealing with a lot of shit- both mothers in my extended family died within a few months of each other, I've moved, changed jobs a few times, loved and lost and loved and lost again.
I'm trying slowly but surely to work around my long-term depression and get back into the swing of writing. So I'm starting with one of my favorite fantasies in the form of a Father/Daughter short.





"I said, do you need anything from the store?"
Jessie looked up from her homework, jolted out of her reverie. As she raised her head, she stared into the chiseled, clean-shaven face of her father. He had one eyebrow cocked quizzically, and was eyeing her with a rather peculiar expression on his tanned face. He leaned casually against her door-frame, looking like he wanted something.
"I'm sorry Daddy, what?" she asked sweetly. He waved one calloused hand rapidly back and forth.
"Hello, Earth to Jessie, do you need something from the store? Your sisters and I are going out. We'll be gone an hour or so."
"Oh! No thank you, Daddy!" She presented her best smile, jumping from one sentence to the next with nary a breath. "Nothing really. Except, maybe..." she trailed off and bit her lower lip, pinning it firmly in place with her teeth whilst batting her eyelashes at him. He sighed, and rolled those sky-blue eyes. His expression melted into one of exasperation as he passed that powerful, calloused hand over the stubble on his face and heaved a rumbling sigh.
"What is it this time?" he demanded, voice suddenly sounding like a tire running over gravel. She tried to give him her most charming smile.
"Nothing major!" she insisted. "Just maybe some of that pomegranate juice, and some more of the makeup I like." she turned, opened her drawer, and slipped one hand in, expertly fishing out an itty-bitty glass bottle, half-emptied of its rich indigo pigment. "Purple number five," she said, holding the bottle up and flashing her manicured fingernails at him. "See how pretty it is? Make sure you get the right brand this time. And some more lipstick." at this, she pursed her ruby red lips at him, blowing a kiss into the space between them. "And if they have it on sale, could you pick up--"
"Whoah, whoah, whoah!" he interrupted, holding up both hands in surrender. "I asked if you needed anything. I didn't need a huge list of expensive stuff. Pick one."
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Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 16/01/05(Tue)05:57 No. 24070 ID: 9acf37

re-formatted this. great story!

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"I said, do you need anything from the store?"

Jessie looked up from her homework, jolted out of her reverie. As she raised her head, she stared into the chiseled, clean-shaven face of her father. He had one eyebrow cocked quizzically, and was eyeing her with a rather peculiar expression on his tanned face. He leaned casually against her door-frame, looking like he wanted something.

"I'm sorry Daddy, what?" she asked sweetly. He waved one calloused hand rapidly back and forth.

"Hello, Earth to Jessie, do you need something from the store? Your sisters and I are going out. We'll be gone an hour or so."

"Oh! No thank you, Daddy!" She presented her best smile, jumping from one sentence to the next with nary a breath. "Nothing really. Except, maybe..." she trailed off and bit her lower lip, pinning it firmly in place with her teeth whilst batting her eyelashes at him. He sighed, and rolled those sky-blue eyes. His expression melted into one of exasperation as he passed that powerful, calloused hand over the stubble on his face and heaved a rumbling sigh.

"What is it this time?" he demanded, voice suddenly sounding like a tire running over gravel. She tried to give him her most charming smile.
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Anonymous 16/01/14(Thu)01:45 No. 24078 ID: ebd401

>>24070
Thank you so much Phoenix.
I really appreciate the re-format. On the word document I use to write this, the formatting has all the look of a book- indents and whatnot.

I just forgot to put it in a more readable form for the 'net.


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Anonymous 17/02/05(Sun)19:55 No. 24923 ID: f2524d

>>24070




explosion (male on male cum fetish) Anonymous 17/02/04(Sat)14:28 No. 24920 ID: a0236e [Reply]

i unloaded onto my chest and stomach
hot white cum
spurt after spurt
overwhelming relief
i finished cumming and regained my vision
he smiled slyly, his face still near my crotch
"that was quite a show"
he looked down at his work
at my relieved cock
and he licked my stomach
i laughed a little
he mopped his wet tongue all the way into a puddle of cum
and dragged it through
his eyes smiled
he lapped up the white thick cum
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Anonymous 17/02/03(Fri)11:11 No. 24917 ID: 2b1571 [Reply]

http://pastebin.com/xkarvqP3

A poem I wrote, involving a fetish I particularly enjoy. I have a few elit poems, so let me know if you would like to read some more small things like this and I’ll be sure to share them.


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Anonymous 17/02/03(Fri)11:13 No. 24918 ID: 2b1571

I’m so glad that it went through this time. Last time I tried to post the poem on the post, but a particular word in it got me an hour-long ban. I guess I’ll need to use pastebin in the future, like I did now.


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Anonymous 17/02/03(Fri)15:08 No. 24919 ID: 2b1571

Posting the poem here now that I can, thanks to the folk over on IRC.

His wife doesn’t know how he fucks me so proudly;
She thinks he’ll be out all night long with the boys.
Her neighbour am I, but by no means her equal
As proven by all of this sweat and this noise.

He thrusts with such force; I can’t help but cry loudly
Which wakes the young cuck who was sleeping next door.
She comes to her window – I know that my peak will
Be better than anything she’s got before.

Denial and shock have become her expression;
Depression, obsession, and watering eyes.
Her worthlessness, hopelessness, wholly disheartened;
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